My Type | Regina George x fem oc

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"Margot Ian, please report to the principals office, Margot Ian please report to the principals office." The principal said over the announcement speaker.

"Sounds like someone got caught" Janis Ian smirked to her sister beside her. Margot shot her a glare as she gathered her stuff together and shoved them into her bag.

"Shut up Janis" She muttered as she stood up and left the classroom. She sighed as she made her way through the hallways- her belt clinking on her backpack as she stepped. She pushed open the office doors and got wafted with a scent of... baby prostitute?

"In the back" The woman at the front desk said as smiled at Margot- knocking her out of her daze. She nodded at her with a stoic face and continued walking through the office.

"Ah, there she is. Our reigning champion, Ms. Ian. Margot Ian" The principal said as he stood up and waved at a chair for Margot to sit down in. Regina George, queen Bee #1 was sitting in the chair beside hers. Her Blonde hair drifted down her black jacket. Someone else- a doctor maybe- They wore scrubs were sitting on the opposite side of Regina.

"Margot this is Regina George and her physical therapist. They have requested you let Regina on the team." The Principal smiled. Margot raised an eyebrow as she sat down and crossed her arms.

"We don't need an ex-cripple. Shouldn't she be in bed or something?" She asked, furrowing her eyebrows.

"Excuse me?" Regina said, whipping her head to the right, shooting Margot a glare. Margot scoffed and sat up straight.

"Why don't you join cheerleading?" She asked, turning towards Regina with a false smile on her face. Regina crossed her arms and licked the inside of her cheek, causing a lump protruding out of her cheek.

"Like I'd prance around in a little skirt for those thick-headed jocks. Volleyball is my middle-ground." She said in a condescending voice.

"You seem to like prancing around in janitorial closets." Margot muttered with a small smile. Regina's cheeks flushed and she let out a low groan.

"I cannot be forced onto a dumb sports team, I will use my treadmill at home, I cannot be put on a team with a pretentious ball-addict bitch like that" She shouted as she stood up and pointed at Margot. Margot scoffed and her smile grew into a real one at the girls anger.

"The irony is insane, Regina" She smiled, looking at the Principal. He grumbled and looked at Regina's physical therapist. "And how original, you know, using something you wrote in a book four years ago."

"There will be no further discussion, Margot. Regina is now your co-captain. She'll stretch with your team, and attend games but she cannot play. It will lock up her back." The Physical therapist said, standing up and turning to Margot. She rolled her eyes and leaned back on the chair.

"Fine" Margot groaned as she stood up and grabbed her bag. "Lets go," She said, opening the door. Regina sighed as she stood up, grabbing her purse and flipping her hair behind her.

"Didn't know your back could lock up" Margot muttered as she made her way towards the locker room.

"Yep, it's bullshit but it's better than being in that dumb body cast any longer. I did get hit by a bus so you could show some sympathy at least." Regina said, her lips forming a line and her eyebrows raising. Margot sucked on her teeth and tilted her head.

"I suppose you did survive that, good job." She muttered as she opened the locker-room door and held it open for Regina. Regina made a face of disgust as they entered.

"Ew" She said, standing at the entrance. "Smells like something died in here" She gagged as Margot made her way over to her own locker.

"It's called hard work." She said as she lead Regina over a free locker. "This Locker's free." Margot announced pointing at the one beside her own. She walked over to the coach's desk and picked up tape and a marker. She also grabbed a free lock. She pulled off some of the tape and put it on the locker. Margot handed Regina the pen.